text | 21 May 2012 10:32PM
Good evening,
…hey.
I know I’ve seen you, but we’ve never actually spoken. I’m Rebecca. If you’re the one responsible for the amazing coffee every morning, I owe you more than you even know.
Sourcetext | 21 May 2012 3:59AM
Nahh. I’m good right here. Thanks.
-ignores Jace, turns back to the photos, though most of her ability to concentrate on them is gone-
Sourcetext | 21 May 2012 3:46AM
Mm, you know you’re right. But if that was the case, she’d just forget about everything important that was going on and go seek attention from another guy. Or a cyborg.
Maybe you should start working on the other end of the house.
text | 21 May 2012 3:14AM
Maybe. Or maybe she was smart enough to stay away from a complete asshole that only an idiot would hook up with. -shrugs and looks at the photos- You know. Based on the pictures.
I think maybe she’s just bitter that he doesn’t pay any attention to her.
text | 21 May 2012 2:43AM
-Alright, she probably deserved that given their last conversation but saunters on over anyway. She takes a look at the multitude of photos..-
Wow.. not a very attractive couple, are they.
Nope, not really. -pauses, looks back at photos and slightly quirks an eyebrow-
Maybe they’re not actually a couple.
text | 21 May 2012 2:25AM
I’m just.. rusty.
-steps over the glass and steps inside.-
-glances back at Jace, but her attention is mostly focused on the collection of photos covering Mariah’s wall that she was looking at before. Mariah and Dara Regan. Almost all of them.-
-almost calls Jace over but doesn’t. She’s not in the mood to be a team player today.-
text | 21 May 2012 2:02AM
-peers through at the same time and notices Becks-
-despite still being visible, wonders if maybe Portman didn’t notice her-
-holsters her gun, unlocks the door, and goes back to what she was doing-
text | 21 May 2012 1:51AM
-unable to find a way into Mariah’s home, Jace throws a rock at the house in frustration.. only her aim is off and she smashes the ornate glass of the backdoor-
…damn.
-Rebecca, already inside, hears the crash and spends half a second in wide-eyed SHITSHITSHIT panic before curiosity takes over. In her moment of panic, she must have un-holstered her gun, because now it’s in her hands as she cautiously moves towards the backdoor too peer through the window.-
audio | 18 May 2012 4:50AM
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